My Love (MxM)
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Thread Topic: My Love (MxM)
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Maurice answered by moaning again, moving his hips to rock back against Edward in his own attempt for friction. He wished that he wasn't in the position that he was, wished that he could see the man that was taking him, wished that he could kiss him. Because, as good as sex was, kissing was his favorite thing.
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Edward pulled out for a moment, only long enough to roll Maurice over onto his back before entering him again. He leaned down and pressed his lips roughly against Maurice's. It was impulse, in the heat of the moment, but he had to admit he enjoyed it.
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The blond was pleased with the change of the position. It was as if Edward had read his mind. He let out of noise of pleasure, returning the kiss tenfold.
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The captain suppressed a smile as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he continued to rock his hips back and forth, groaning softly. The noises Maurice was making made him feel...something. He wasn't sure what, but it was new to him. He wanted to make him make more of those sounds. He wanted Maurice to enjoy this too.
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Maurice was starting to get into this. He felt like a slut, enjoying such an act with the man who had killed his husband. The thought cleared his mind a bit, and he turned his head away, frowning. "Stop," He muttered.
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Edward didn't stop, but he did slow his movements considerably, giving Maurice a questioning look. Just a moment ago he'd seemed perfectly content, moaning and kissing him almost desperately, and now he was asking to stop? "I'm afraid I can't do that, love." He grunted, thrusting deep into him and groaning again.
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"Please," He pleaded, his eyes tearing up again, but not from pain. How could he be so pathetic? David would never had forgiven him for this, it was so, so wrong. "Please, just.. Please," He couldn't form an actual sentence through all the guilty thoughts and pangs of pleasure and unease.
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Edward swore under his breath, but pulled out of Maurice. Damn it, he was turning soft, ending a perfectly fine lovemaking session because of a few pathetic pleases. He crossed his arms sighed heavily, trying to calm his somewhat unsteady breathing and distract himself from the pleasure that had built up and was longing to be released.
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As soon as Edward had moved off of him, Maurice pulled away from the edge of the bed, backing into the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. He sobbed softly, wishing that none of that had happened, that he was at home right now, making dinner for his David.
The fact that he would never again see the smile of the man he loved had hit him full-force. -
Edward leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Maurice without thinking, pulling him into his chest comfortingly. Of course a moment later, he realized what he was doing and loosened his grip, although he didn't let go altogether. He sighed and brushed a long lock of blonde hair behind Maurice's ear. "What is it now, hm? Just a moment ago you were perfectly fine." He said gruffly.
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The blond let out a noise of rage, shoving Edward away from him, hate filling his eyes to the brim. He wanted to beat him to death with his own bare hands. For a moment, anger took over, and he moved to hit the man, but only made it was far as half way before he gained control of himself, and pulled back, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, tears still dripping from his eyes. He ignored the question, focusing his eyes on the wooden panels beyond Edward's head.
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Edward shook his head in a gesture equal parts amusment, confusion, and annoyance. He tilted his head, and fought off the urge to wipe Maurice's tears away. Honestly, what was happening to him? He was supposed to be ruthless, not going to comfort his prisoners when they were about to hit him.
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Maurice took a few deep breaths, stood, and gathered his clothes. Ignoring any protests from his captor, he dressed, and left the room, heading onto the deck. Only a few men could be seen, one steering the ship, another fixing the masts, another in the crow's nest. Maurice walked to the edge of the ship, and stared out at the water behind them. His home island was just a tiny speck in the distance, now.
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Edward stared after him for a moment, stunned that he had dared walk out on him. Then he shook his head again and stifled a laugh. How strange and intriguing that boy was. After pulling on his clothes- he wouldn't make the mistake of forgetting that twice- he ventured above deck as well. He easily spotted Maurice, his long hair tussled by the sea breeze. He leaned over the ship's edge a few feet away and gazed out over the sea.
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(...he's walked out naked before)
Maurice closed his eyes, allowing the smell of ocean air to fill his head. He hated the smell, hated the endless rocking of the ship, hated everything about this whole situation. He had ever really likes being at see, and couldn't go more than a couple hundred feet out, even on small fishing boats, so this.. This was absolute torture for him.
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